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Friday, August 20, 2004

i hate the beach. i swear where the horizon supposed to be, there is black metal fence.
and the sky is wallpaper.
when i stretch my arms, my fingers would graze a cold untouched surface.

it almost makes sense why the nightsky is white tonight. i think they forgot.
but what can that face mean? when i looked again, it screamed and tore itself. why can it be only looked upon once.


God it hurts.
so white.

Posted by NHJ 8/20/2004 09:37:00 pm